Paradoxically though it may seem, it is none the less true that life imitates art far more than art imitates life.
I feel like life imitates art, or art imitates life. I always take on roles that I'm passionate about.
"Art Imitates life," of course, is that phrase by Oscar Wilde. I called that song "Art Imitates Life" because Oh No was in the studio and he actually came up with that hook. When I was trying to figure out a name for the record, it just kind of made sense.
Art imitates life and, sometimes, life imitates art. It's a weird combination of elements.
It's very interesting how life imitates art, and art imitates life; I find, whenever I read scenes of some magnitude, I'm like, 'Oh, I feel like I've experienced this,' or 'I am experiencing this,' or 'I might start to experience it soon.'
Life imitates art far more than art imitates Life.
I feel like art imitates life and life imitates art.
Life imitates art -- but badly.
Sometimes art imitates life.
Grace imitates modesty, as politeness imitates kindness.
Life imitates art and back around.
Art may imitate life, but life imitates TV.
Life doesn't imitate art, it imitates bad television.
Like a groupie incognito posing as a real singer, life imitates art.
He who imitates what is evil always goes beyond the example that is set; on the contrary, he who imitates what is good always falls short.
One who imitates what is bad always goes beyond his model; while one who imitates what is good always comes up short of it.